Underneath the visible are storylines, a dream we share. That dream is made up of stories. Most of those stories are unconscious. The meaning that lies underneath the words we use is mostly unknown. The words we use like spells…

I have seen peace, it was there in the cardboard boxes in the lobby of The Friend's School at 16th Street & Valencia. I was helping a friend drop off food supplies,-- rice, barley, lentils, spaghetti, tomato sauce, coffee, tea,…

each life, a thought that pops up in the Vast Mind of Creation, like a seedling, or a word,-- a world of seeds & words

It used to rain a lot more than it does now. Rain poured & poured from the heavens like manna in a desert. Not wanting to miss anything, I ran out into the rain to walk along Fort Point, under…

Do I even know what peace is? Or do I even know what the opposite of peace is? War? Hostility? all I can think of is the little community I live in, the Greenbrae Boardwalk, a 1/3 mile long elevated…

Each time I looked back in time to the dawn of my adulthood, I cringed. What I saw were memories of mistakes, a solid wall of screaming regrets for those mistakes. How could I have chosen so poorly? Why didn't…

So the Princess knew that beauty is not enough, her social and financial status notwithstanding, and like the Buddha centuries before her time , she left her safe soft life with one goal in mind: to ease the suffering of…

Fashion week. Nicole took her place in the line-up hoping she was standing behind the correct girl in an order that had changed ten times in the past hour. Shows were chaos the girls said, but this one the worst.…

Kinship. What does it mean to be kindred to another? To be kindred leads to a story of our blood relations, a kinship theory. Becoming family through sharing blood leads back to some of the earliest stories of our kind.…

[these are ongoing characters from my exploration of writing longer form fiction in the last week+, who knew? lol] For a moment, she lost count of the days. They had been to the little shop twice. Ada had written the…

[not my wandering story] There was a time not too long ago when I fantasized about moving to Portland. It was not a serious interest, just one of those ideas I like to roll around in my head. There are…